I’m knitting an afghan for someone I love dearly.
We share a love of the color, purple.
We share things in our lives, the wonderful, the not so wonderful as they appear day by day.
My lap, bathed in purple knitting, leads me to think about about God and His stitching as He knits my life, all our lives together.
When I knit on the backside of the afghan, I can’t see the pattern my stitching has made.
It’s one of my favorite patterns to knit but
it’s lacy beauty seen only from the ‘right’ side.
I know God is always 'stitching' in His way, too.
He sends things our way that sometimes
seem really awful to us. We look and can see no distinguishable pattern. We see no beauty. None.
I don’t understand, don’t ‘get it’ at all. I know His promises. Nothing is ever wasted.
No mistakes on His part, ever. God cannot do ‘mistakes’. That’s the way He is.
So, while I KNOW He’s doing the right thing, I do not see the ‘right side’. I don’t like not seeing.
It’s a bit like my knitting, I can’t see the pattern when I’m working the ‘wrong side’. It doesn't look good.
God is making a beautiful pattern. We’ll get to see it someday. Maybe not now. Someday.
A favorite poem, learned in childhood, sometimes helps me with life’s seemingly tangled mass of ‘stitching’.
“My life is but a weaving, between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors, He worketh steadily;
Oft times He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper and I the underside;
Not until the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas, and explain the reason why;
The dark threads are as needful, in the weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver, in the pattern He has planned”.
- Author Unknown
So, I know everything will be beautiful and perfect.
Someday, when it's my turn for Heaven.
When I’m forever in the presence of my Lord,
I will see the beauty of ALL the stitches.